The slug lives in my bathroom. I only see it in the early hours of the morning, when I'm not quite right.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

there's probably something in that, but I don't feel like thinking about it too much yet.

a heavy, heavy rain. a clear day.

I created this site

After thinking and forgetting and thinking and forgetting

Ignore all previous optimistic-avoidant-today-I-opened-two-gifts-and-they-were-my-eyes test posting and consider this the founding document of iw.gl

ahnaf is it worth reading all those books

division of reality is straying away from it

lol

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

your feed looks like my tumblr

IWGD

have you read

Rain, starting

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Thu, 04 Dec 2025 11:31:03

Tue, 02 Dec 2025 11:29:50

magnetisation/form

like first name

i dont understand magnetisation

i know a little bit of lacan which probably influences me in a way i cant articulate